Then I dropped the bombshell.“I’m staying here, actually. My place is being treated for termites and I can’t stand all those chemicals, so I boo...ed in here for a few days."“Very nice,” Neema said, sensing a change in the agenda. “How’s your room?"“Hotel-y," I replied. “Have you ever thought about the emotions hanging in the air in hotel rooms? A lot of loneliness, I imagine.”“Fun too,” she countered. “People stay in hotels on holiday."“Not this one,” I said. “It’s all business. Look at these. I slowly lift your hand to my mouth. You’re still focused on the road in front of us. I smile slightly knowing what I’m about to do is going to make your cock harden. I place your index finger between my lips, slowly running my tongue over it. You react immediately, jerking your head towards me. “Eyes on the road, babe”, I admonish. You turn your eyes back to the road. I slowly start sucking your index finger, rolling my tongue around it just like I do when your cock is in my mouth. I glance. I told her, with a big smile, that I might, but wouldn’t promise. We laughed together.As I was sitting back down at my desk, my mobile phone pinged to advise receipt of an incoming text – it was from Joan – please would I ring her when I had a few minutes. I was able to ring her immediately. She advised that Mrs Jones had called from the school and wanted to talk to me. Joan had explained that I would probably be too busy so she was happy to help. Mrs Jones eventually, after some coaxing from. —Face it, sissy. You’re mine, bitch, mind, body and soul. Remember when you came to me, on the eve of your seventeenth birthday?The sissy said nothing. His master took a step toward him and put a hand over his own leather-clad crotch, where a noticeable bulge was growing. —Answer me! —yes, master, this slave remembers. —And you remember you gave yourself to me willingly. Begged me to take you, begged to be mine forever, am I correct? —yes, master. —That was over a year ago, sissy. Your parents,.